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Now we’re on the subway platform and Dave is trying to say everything there is to say before my train comes. I am still staring at him, nodding silently in an endless loop. I am trying not to cry. I just keep nodding, over and over, yes, yes, uh huh, I understand, yes, you are right, yes. His eyes are pink and watery. He reaches out and gently scratches my arm.
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Now we’re on the subway platform and Dave is trying to say everything there is to say before my train comes. I am still staring at him, nodding silently in an endless loop. I am trying not to cry.

I just keep nodding, over and over, yes, yes, uh huh, I understand, yes, you are right, yes. His eyes are pink and watery. He reaches out and gently scratches my arm.

It feels good but I am so focused on the lump in my throat and holding my tears that I don’t react in any way.We hear the train approach and we embrace.

I stand there, arms flung around him, head against his, begging time to slow down. For a brief moment, it does and we stand frozen, holding each other, squeezing each other.

But then the train stops at the platform and the doors open and I am snapped back to reality.  I have to be an adult. I have to get on the train.

He squeezes me and gives me the saddest little kiss. I step onto the train and he is gone.

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